GHK DXD Chapter 6 The Night Continues

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The town of Kouh during the late-night was quiet. Convenience stores glowed, various vending machines blinking lazily; cicadas rasped in the narrow strips of trees that threaded between apartment blocks. It would have been peaceful, if not for the group of men stalking the sidewalk.

Various excommunicated exorcists wearing priest coats could be seen with weapons such as pistols, swords with scabbards. A few clutched crude crosses of iron at the tip of their spears.

“Mm-mmm.” Freed Sellzen’s grin as he sauntered twirling his pistol by the trigger guard as if daring it to go off. “Ahhh, smell that night air. Smells like the scent of a sinner who doesn’t know he’s on the menu. Heh. Tonight’s a great night for murder.”

“Focus,” Dohnaseek’s voice drifted from above. He and two other Fallen Angels Kalawarna and Mittelt shadowed the mob from the sky, black wings slicing quietly through the night. “You are to soften the target. Not make a show of it.”

“Aw, come on,” Freed sang back, tilting his head so his bangs split across mad eyes. “What’s a little showboating between friends and eternal damnation?”

Kalawarna kept altitude with an effortless beat of her wings. “Let’s try not to alert the devils,” she murmured to Mittelt, who answered with a lazy salute and a pale shimmer of illusion magic that rippled outward making the group undetectable.

On the ground, they passed a narrow intersection. A figure had frozen just beyond, watching the entire group pass on by, she slid back into the shadow as the men tramped by.

Reya Kusaka exhaled through her nose. Calmly trying her best to remain invisible. The air around her thinned, folding light in a way that she could stay hidden. And under her palm, where it pressed in the direction of the crowd, a blue demon circle spun as she listened and recorded the walking invaders.

They didn’t notice her. Not the men with hard eyes nor the three shapes flying overhead.

She followed along making sure not to make too much noise. She then brought another spell close to her ear. She was about to report to her king what she had just found. 

“Report,” Sona Sitri said from the other side of the spell. She released a yawn as she had just woken up and was trying to erase her tiredness.

“President.” Reya kept her eyes on the moving knot of men while she spoke. “Twenty-plus group of exorcists are walking on foot in our town with Three Fallen Angels flying overhead.” A very thin pause. “Trajectory of any importance matches Hyoudou Issei’s address.”

Sona didn’t blink. “Is this true?”

“Affirmative. At the moment I am tailing them now.”

Sona had quickly gotten up. “Reya, continue following but do not engage. I will gather the rest and get there soon.”

“Yes, President,” Reya breathed. Then, because habit demanded, “Should we notify Rias Gremory?”

Sona’s lashes lowered a fraction. Calculating. “No. For now we observe. If the Fallen initiate direct lethal force on a human residence…” Her eyes sharpened. “We shall act and defend this town.”

“Understood.” Reya kept low and ghosted along the opposite sidewalk, using hedges as cover.

Above, Mittelt’s detection wave brushed the park and hissed over Reya’s shoulder. She stilled, pulled her magic in like lungs drawing tight, and slid two fingers together.

“The area is quiet,” Mittelt said. “No devils within two blocks.”

“Good,” Dohnaseek replied. “Keep it that way.”

Freed lifted one hand, fingers spread, as if measuring the street. “Hyoudou Hyoudou Hyoudou~” He sang the name like a grace before meals. “Such a nice little rabbit-sounding name. Hope he squeals.”

“We should act professional,” Kalawarna said flatly.

“Ehh. I was never ordained to be professional.”

They reached the next corner. Reya cut through the little alley with the stacked recycling crates, emerged by a vending machine, and peered past a hedge just in time to see Freed halt his troop with a lazy chop of his hand.

“Here we are,” He said cheerfully.

Down the block, the Hyoudou gate waited in the amber light. Overhead the Fallen got ready preparing their spears of light. The exorcists fanned into a shallow arc.

Reya’s heart tapped harder. She eased back behind the hedge and created a demonic circle.

“On location,” She whispered. “Targets at Hyoudou’s gate. No civilians are in sight at the moment.”

Sona’s answer was immediate. “Hold position.”

Reya wet her lips. Her mouth had gone dry. She leaned just far enough to keep the street in sight and forced herself to breathe slowly.

Freed sauntered up to the gate and, with theatrical delicacy, was about to knock on the door. But then his face smashed against a barrier, a faint shimmer swam across the space above the roof, barely visible. 

Reya stilled as she saw the wards. ‘Whoever laid them knew how to make traps.’

“Aghh! Fuck!” Freed yelled in pain as he held his face and then glanced up, playful. “How rude, Any ideas ladies?”

“Barriers,” Kalawarna snapped. “Guess this Sacred Gear user was prepared and warded the house.”

“A simple solution.” Dohnaseek’s palm bloomed with a spear of light. It hissed as he drew it back.

Reya’s stomach dropped. “They’re about to attack” She breathed into the demonic circle. “Repeat, they’re going—”

Her warning cut off as the door opened.

Issei quickly walked out as the front door opened. His eyes then narrowed immediately as he took note of the various people outside his home.

Rows of exorcists with their weapons glinting under the streetlamps, pistols, blessed blades, and crude iron crosses fixed to the ends of spears. Overhead, three sets of black wings stretched in the night.

The sheer number of them made Issei’s chest tighten, but he stood tall, his jaw set.

“I’m only going to say this once.” He said, his voice coming out sharper than he expected. “This is your only warning. Leave now or you’ll end up the same as Raynare.”

A ripple of surprise went through the enemy ranks. Apparently most of the exorcists were not told of this information and shifted uneasily, murmurs passing between them. But the three Fallen hovering above only sharpened their focus.

Mittelt’s lips curved into a mocking grin. She let out a high, cruel laugh that echoed in the night. “Ohhh, so it was you. But haven’t you noticed yet? Look around. You’re surrounded… and alone.”

Issei’s glare didn’t waver. ‘Alone, huh? You don’t know how wrong you are.’

Dohnaseek adjusted his fedora and looked at Issei with cold disdain. His deep voice rumbled across the street. “So Raynare fell to you… how pathetic. She must have gotten careless. You must have killed her with a lucky strike.” His eyes narrowed, unimpressed. “That won’t work again.”

Kalawarna exhaled through her nose, her tone weary, almost bored. “Tch. Can we just get this over with already? Standing around listening to you talk is more painful than fighting.”

And then, of course, Freed.

“Oh-ho-hooo, finally!” The mad priest’s grin stretched to his ears as he spun his pistol by the trigger, the barrel flashing in the lamplight. “All this foreplay was making me itchy. Now we get to cut, and shoot, and scream! This will be a good night!” He licked his lips and gave a deranged laugh that sent a shiver down the line of exorcists behind him.

Issei sighed heavily. ‘Yeah. Should’ve expected this.’

With a sharp motion, he summoned the red glove. Twice Critical materialized in a flare of light, the sight of such a weak Sacred Gear was enough to make the Fallen laugh and openly moked Issei.

But Issei ignored it as he felt his power double and got ready for the fight. “Alright then… guess we’re doing this.”

But before anyone could move—

CRACK!

The sound of splintering wood thundered above him.

Issei’s head snapped upward, eyes widening in horror as the second-floor wall of his house along with a window exploded outward. Shards of wood and plaster rained into the street as a massive figure burst through like a wrecking ball.

Priscilla’s enormous form landed with a quake, her long white hair whipping in the night wind, golden-green eyes glowing faintly as her tail coiled behind her. And clinging desperately onto her were three smaller figures, Nyaruko wrapped around her arm like a cat clinging to a tree, Kaguya gripping her shoulder with an expression of irritation, and Evangeline perched on her tail as though it were a chair, brushing plaster dust from her dress like nothing had happened.

The entire street froze. The exorcists gaped. The Fallen faltered midair. Even Reya, still hidden in the hedge with her communication spell, forgot to breathe.

Issei, meanwhile, went pale as his gaze slid from the gaping hole in his house down to the debris scattered across the yard.

“…My house,” He croaked. Then louder, his voice cracking, “Are you guys kidding me?! My parents are gonna kill me!”

Nyaruko popped up from where she had tumbled, rubbing her head with a sheepish grin. “Ehehe… sorry, darling! Priscilla saw the crowd of enemies and really, really wanted to help, so…”

Priscilla, unbothered, inclined her head calmly. “I could not ignore the threat approaching you, Issei.”

Evangeline continued brushing her dress, flicking a splinter of wood away with icy precision. “Don’t look at me. We tried to stop her. Turns out dragon strength outclasses ours.”

“Indeed,” Kaguya huffed, still perched on Priscilla’s shoulder, arms folded. “So husband, calm yourself. I can simply reverse the damage and make it appear as though nothing happened.”

Issei froze, remembering her abilities. “…Oh. Right. You can… fix it.” His shoulders sagged with a long sigh of relief, though his eye still twitched at the sight of the wrecked wall. 

He shook his head, forcing his focus back to the enemy in front of him. The exorcists were still stunned, their formation faltering, and the Fallen hadn’t yet recovered from the sight of Priscilla.

Because at that moment, the dragon-woman straightened to her full towering height—and released her presence.

It rolled over the street like a tidal wave of pressure. A suffocating aura thick with weight, the unmistakable essence of a dragon. The exorcists staggered, several falling to their knees, sweat breaking across their brows. Even Dohnaseek’s expression cracked, his wings twitching uneasily in the air.

Issei exhaled slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the chaos. “I told you guys you should've just ran away.”

Her dragon presence weighed down on the street like an invisible mountain, pressing against lungs and hearts.

The three Fallen Angels felt it most keenly. Dohnaseek’s stoic composure cracked as his wings faltered mid-beat, Kalawarna’s usual detached irritation sharpened into nervousness, and Mittelt, for all her mocking bravado earlier, now paled, eyes wide as though she had suddenly realized she was standing before something older than anything she had been taught to fight.

“M-Maybe…” Mittelt stammered, forcing a weak grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “maybe we don’t have to do this. Yeah? This doesn’t have to come to blows.”

“Yes,” Dohnaseek quickly added, his deep voice steady but lacking its usual arrogance. “We will leave. Quietly and cause no more trouble.” He glanced at his fellow siblings, then backed down at Issei. “You’ll never hear from us again.”

Kalawarna raised both hands in a pacifying gesture, her tone suddenly far more diplomatic than it had ever been. “Exactly. No need to escalate. We’ll take our men, turn around, and forget this ever happened.”

The exorcists, already shaken by the suffocating aura, latched onto the words like drowning men spotting a lifeboat. They began to murmur nervously, weapons shifting downward.

Issei blinked. For the first time since stepping outside, he felt his shoulders loosen a fraction. His pulse slowed. “…Really? You’ll just leave?”

Part of him wanted to accept it. ‘Finally—no fighting, no screaming, no light spears crashing through my neighborhood, no explaining to Mom why the front yard is on fire. He opened his mouth, ready to take the lifeline.

“Absolutely not.”

The voice cut the night like a blade.

Issei turned, his stomach dropping as he saw who had spoken.

Kaguya still perched gracefully atop Priscilla’s shoulder, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dark. She looked down her nose at the trembling Fallen Angels as though they were pests that had scurried into her garden.

“They came here with the intent to murder my husband,” She declared, her voice sharp and regal. “They trespassed upon my domain, disturbed my peace, and sullied the honor of this household. Do you think a royal such as I would show mercy to such criminals? No. Their punishment is death.”

“K-Kaguya, wait a second, let’s calm down and—” Issei began, but the atmosphere shifted again.

Evangeline then spoke up as her lips curled into a small, cruel smile. A whisper of frost slipped from under her feet, spreading along the ground. The pavement glittered under the moonlight, a sheet of rime crawling outward until it licked the boots of the nearest exorcists. They jolted back with cries of alarm, their breaths suddenly steaming.

“It’s been too long,” Evangeline murmured, her voice low, dangerous, and almost wistful. “Far too long since I had any fun and been able to cut loose.” Her blue eyes then turned red and sharpened, glinting like rubies under the night sky. “Or since I’ve acquired any… new toys to play with.”

The temperature plunged. The exorcists clutched their weapons tighter, their hands trembling—not just from cold but from pure fear. Their breaths puffed in frantic clouds.

And then Nyaruko stepped forward releasing a growl. “Grrrr~”

It was an absurdly cute sound, completely at odds with the situation, but the way her silver hair flared and her eyes gleamed with manic light erased any doubt that she was deadly serious. With a flourish, she pulled her crimson crowbar from nowhere, spinning it once with enough force that it whistled through the air.

“They thought they could threaten my darling?!” Nyaruko’s voice cracked with fury, though her grin was wide and wild. She pointed the crowbar at the Fallen, the gesture both ridiculous and terrifying. “They’re not going anywhere until I punish them!”

The pressure deepened as the three women released their killing intent together. Kaguya’s sharp, imperial presence pressed down like a command from on high, Evangeline’s icy aura coiled, biting like a predator circling its prey and Nyaruko’s chaotic energy sparked and flared, unpredictable and suffocating.

The crowd of exorcists froze. Some dropped their weapons entirely, their courage broken. Others backed away, muttering prayers under their breath, eyes darting wildly for an escape route.

All but one.

Freed Sellzen.

The priest’s grin widened until it was all teeth, his eyes gleaming with manic light. He licked his lips, shoulders trembling with excitement. “Ohhh, yesss. That’s the stuff. That’s the pressure I’ve been dying for.” He raised his pistol in one hand, his sword in the other, and let out a delighted, feral laugh that echoed across the street. “You’re all beautiful little nightmares, and I can’t wait to carve you open and see what color your blood is!”

Issei swallowed hard, sweat prickling the back of his neck. ‘Why is he enjoying this? Why do I feel like this just got worse?

The moment Kaguya’s dainty shoes touched the ground, she spread her arms like a queen giving judgment. Her crimson eyes gleamed with cruel authority.

“Get ready to face you punishment.”

The girls didn’t hesitate as Priscilla and Nyaruko attacked first.

Priscilla’s massive form surged forward, the ground trembling under her steps. With a flick of her long, snow-white tail, half a dozen exorcists were sent sprawling, bones snapping like twigs beneath the impact. Her claws raked outward, tearing through men who screamed as blood sprayed in crimson arcs across the pavement.

Issei flinched, as he watched the scene. Trying his hardest to control his stomach from vomitting.

The exorcists broke into a panic, raising pistols and using their swords to at least parry any attacks coming there way. A storm of blessed bullets erupted, muzzle flashes strobing the street. The air filled with the whine of rounds as they peppered Priscilla’s body.

But unfortunalty for them the bullets did nothing.

The bullets flattened and ricocheted harmlessly against her pale skin, sparking off her like fireworks. She didn’t even bleed.

But she did grow angry.

Priscilla’s lips curled into a snarl, her golden-green eyes narrowing to slits. The pressure of her aura doubled, suffocating the cowering humans. “Pitiful insects,” She growled, her voice like rolling thunder. With renewed fury, she slammed her tail into the street, crushing a trio of exorcists into paste, blood splattering the asphalt.

Issei’s stomach lurched. But he continued to watch just in case Priscilla needed help.

Across the battlefield a very different battle raged.

“Come on, darling little freakshow!” Freed howled, his grin manic as he locked weapons with Nyaruko. His lightsword hissed as it clashed against her crimson crowbar, sparks of light and flying between each strike.

“Grrr—don’t call me a freak!” Nyaruko roared, her silver hair flaring as she swung with unrestrained fury. She moved unpredictably, almost dancing as she twisted her crowbar with impossible angles, every strike carrying the weight of cosmic madness.

Freed laughed as though every near-miss thrilled him more. He fired his pistol mid-swing, but Nyaruko jerked her head just in time. The bullet slammed into an unfortunate exorcist behind her, dropping him in a heap.

“Oh-ho! Friendly fire!” Freed cackled. “Oopsie~!”

“Stop laughing!” Nyaruko shrieked, swinging with such force that the air cracked. Freed’s sword caught the blow at the last instant, his arm trembling from the impact.

“Never! This is the best night of my life!”

Meanwhile, above the carnage, Evangeline hovered with impossible poise. Ribbons of wind magic whipped around her ankles, suspending her effortlessly in the night sky. Her red eyes gleamed as her hands moved in delicate patterns.

The temperature plummeted.

A thousand spears of ice shimmered into existence around her, glowing faintly under the moonlight. Each glistened with deadly precision, a glittering storm awaiting only her command.

“Let’s see you dance,” She murmured, her voice filled with gleeful malice.

Her palms snapped forward.

The air screamed as the blizzard of ice spears shot down toward the Fallen Angels.

Dohnaseek, Kalawarna, and Mittelt reacted instantly, weaving through the sky in frantic arcs, wings beating desperately as they conjured shields of light. They shouted to each other, forming overlapping barriers, covering flanks, watching each other’s backs in a rare display of coordination.

But even as they struggled, the barrage was relentless. Ice shattered their light barriers with deafening cracks. Shards tore into wings, slicing feathers away. Spears punched through shoulders and thighs, leaving streaks of blood glistening in the air. The three fell back-to-back in a desperate triangle, straining under the endless assault.

Kalawarna winced as a spear grazed her cheek, leaving a thin line of crimson. Mittelt hissed, clutching a wound in her side. Dohnaseek’s jaw tightened as one of his wings sagged from a jagged spike lodged through it.

From above, Evangeline clapped her hands together, smiling as though applauding a particularly entertaining performance. “Oh, still alive? How delightful.” Her voice rose, gleeful and cruel. “How long, I wonder… How long can you last?”

The Fallen trembled under her gaze, their bodies cut, bleeding, and pierced, yet barely keeping aloft.

The battle raged on with screams filling the once-quiet street. Priscilla crushed through enemies with inhuman grace, Nyaruko’s crowbar whistled in crazed arcs, and Evangeline rained ice and laughter from above.

And Issei… just stood there.

He felt his throat tighten as he watched the battle knowing he would only get in the way.

“Husband.”

The word snapped him out of his thoughts. Kaguya’s sharp voice cut through the noise. She stood with her arms folded, eyes glaring down from where she balanced lightly on a piece of rubble. Her crimson eyes pinned him. “What exactly are you doing? Standing there gawking like a commoner at a festival?”

Issei flinched. “I—”

“Get out there and fight.” Kaguya commanded, pointing imperiously toward the melee. “You are my husband, are you not?”

Issei’s shoulders sagged. He sighed, muttering under his breath. “…Can’t even catch a break.”

But he didn’t argue as he jumped into the fray.

The first exorcist didn’t even see him coming. Issei swung his fist and clocked the man across the jaw with a satisfying crack, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

[Ding! You have defeated an enemy. +1 Summon Pull Available.]

The System’s cheerful announcement echoed in his head, and Issei’s eyes immediately lit up.

“…I got a pull?” He whispered, grinning despite the chaos. His heart raced, not from adrenaline, but from excitement. ‘Maybe this time I’ll get another Onee-san like Priscilla! Busty and elegant! Oh man, oh man, this is the best reward.’

A bullet whistled past his head, jolting him back to reality. “Right. Focus first, use the gacha system later!”

Gritting his teeth, he charged into another cluster of exorcists. They swung their swords in clumsy arcs, but he ducked under and tackled one to the ground, slamming a fist into the man’s gut hard enough to knock the air out of him. Another lunged, but Issei rolled away and caught him with a wild uppercut that sent the man sprawling against the pavement.

He glanced up and spotted Priscilla in the thick of things.

The dragon-woman towered over her enemies, her snowy tail whipping exorcists through the air like ragdolls. Her claws raked through another man’s weapon, snapping steel like paper. Her gown, somehow still regal even in battle, flowed around her as she fought with brutal elegance.

But then—Issei’s stomach clenched—he saw one exorcist circle behind her, spear raised high, aiming directly for her back.

“Priscilla!”

Without thinking, Issei sprinted forward. He leapt, twisting his body, and slammed a kick into the man’s chest just before the spear struck home. The exorcist went flying back into the wall of a nearby house, groaning in pain.

Issei landed on shaky legs, fists clenched as he turned on the man before pounding him again until he stayed down.

Priscilla glanced over her shoulder, her glowing eyes widening in faint surprise. “…That was unnecessary.” She turned fully, the faintest smile touching her lips. “But… thank you.”

Issei smirked, trying not to look too pleased. “Of course. I can’t just let any of my girls get hurt.”

The words slipped out without thought. But their weight was undeniable.

Priscilla’s eyes softened, her cheeks faintly pink as a warmth stirred in her chest. His words didn’t just protect her—they acknowledged her. For the first time since her summoning, he had openly claimed her as one of his mates.

“…I see,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, almost tender. “Then I shall fight twice as hard, for I will not shame my place at your side.”

Issei blinked. ‘Wait, why does she have to fight harder?’

Meanwhile, the sky was turning into a nightmare of its own.

Evangeline had grown bored of long-distance ice storms. With a gleam of cruelty in her crimson eyes, she dropped to fighting physically. Her small frame moved with impossible speed, darting between the three Fallen Angels. A kick slammed into Kalawarna’s ribs, sending her spinning. A burst of wind knocked Dohnaseek off balance, and then an ice shard slashed across his cheek.

“Too slow,” She taunted, her voice dripping with venom.

The three Fallen struggled desperately, wings flapping wildly as they tried to fend her off with overlapping spears of light. But Evangeline was everywhere at once, her fists and feet breaking their defenses apart as easily as her magic did.

Mittelt’s eyes darted frantically. She saw Kalawarna’s wing torn, Dohnaseek bleeding from half a dozen wounds, and Evangeline laughing with every strike. Panic welled in her chest.

‘I… I’ll die here.’ And then she made her choice.

While Evangeline pressed against the other two, Mittelt spun away, wings beating frantically as she bolted toward the open night sky. Her only thought was to escape and survivel.

“Nope!” Evangeline sang, her eyes flicking toward the retreating form. But before she could move—

A spear of light whistled through the night.

Mittelt froze midair, eyes widening in disbelief as the golden spear tore straight through her chest. Her lips parted in a voiceless gasp as the weapon pierced her heart.

For one suspended moment, she hung in the air. Then her body went limp, wings twitching once before folding around her as she plummeted into the street below.

Blood spattered across the pavement where she landed, motionless.

Dohnaseek’s head whipped around in horror. Kalawarna’s scream tore through the night.

And Evangeline just tilted her head, lips curving into a cruel smile.

“Well,” She whispered, her voice rich with amusement, “One down.”

Every gaze turned toward the source of the spear.

On top of the roof of the Hyoudou home was Raynare.

The moonlight washes over her maid uniform. Her long black hair drifted in the night breeze, eyes cold, a faint sneer tugging at her lips. The white apron of her uniform was clean as she wore it like a badge of pride.

Dohnaseek’s eyes widened. His voice cracked in disbelief. “Raynare?! You’re alive?!”

Kalawarna’s face twisted into fury. “Why are you dressed like that? Why are you standing with the enemy?!” Her voice rose higher, almost shrill. “Do you have any idea what the Cadre will do if they find out you betrayed us?!”

But Raynare didn’t answer. Not them.

Her eyes turned instead toward Evangeline, who floated in the air with casual poise, still dusting her hands from her last spell.

Evangeline arched a brow, expression bored but tinged with curiosity. “Well? Why the sudden initiative?”

Raynare bent forward slightly, bowing just enough to mark respect. “I saw an enemy attempting to flee, Mistress. I decided it was best to end that annoyance before it caused trouble later.”

The vampire witch regarded her for a moment, then let out a soft hum. Her lips curved into a cruel smile. “Practical. I like that.” Her eyes glimmered. “But I have a better idea. Forget the insects below. Finish your ex-comrades.”

Raynare straightened, her expression unreadable. “As you command.” With that Raynare took flight with a pair of wings sprouting from her back.

Gasps rippled across the enemy ranks.

“Raynare! You—” Kalawarna’s words cut off as she watched in awe and horror.

For behind Raynare, where once only dark wings had sprouted… now unfolded a radiant pair of white wings. They shimmered in the moonlight, feathers scattering faint glimmers of holy light across the rooftop tiles.

Dohnaseek staggered back in the air.. “That’s… impossible. You are Fallen. We all were discarded by our father. You can’t—”

Kalawarna’s eyes burned with disbelief. “How can you be pure? How are your wings—white?!”

Raynare tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a smirk that was equal parts arrogance and reverence. “This miracle was only possible… because of my new masters.”

The way she said it carried no shame, no hesitation—only loyalty.

“Traitor!” Dohnaseek bellowed, summoning a spear of light.

Raynare answered with one of her own, her hands moving with practiced grace. She launched herself forward, her wings beating powerfully, holy radiance trailing in her wake. The air cracked as her spear clashed against Dohnaseek’s, the impact lighting the sky like a starburst.

Kalawarna joined, firing volleys of light at her former comrade. But Raynare moved with a speed and ferocity that stunned them both. Every strike forced them back, every swing left them scrambling to defend.

Issei watched from below, jaw slack. ‘What the hell…? White wings? I wonder if that has anything to do with Kaguya and Evangeline.’

Priscilla’s eyes narrowed slightly as she observed, the pressure of her aura not lessening. But then her focus returned to any still standing enemies.

Raynare fought with deadly intensity, cutting down the very comrades she once led. Each strike seemed fueled not only by obedience, but by something deeper—a desperate desire to prove her worth to her new masters.

Evangeline’s laugh rang in the air, cold and delighted. “Yes… dance for me. Tear them apart. Let’s see just how long your loyalty lasts when it’s tested.”

Above, Raynare’s spear swept in vicious arcs, light flashing with every movement. Dohnaseek and Kalawarna gritted their teeth, wings faltering under exhaustion. Already weakened from Evangeline’s relentless assault, they could barely keep up.

Meanwhile, Nyaruko’s crowbar clashed against Freed’s blade again and again, sparks flashing with each strike. Her teeth were clenched, her silver hair flaring as her swings grew sharper and wilder.

“Gyaaaah! You’re so slippery! Why won’t you just sit still and get beaten like a good little cockroach?!” She shouted, her voice shrill with frustration.

Freed only laughed, his manic grin splitting wider. “Slippery, huh? Baby, I’ve been dodging responsibility since I was born! Why stop now?” He ducked under her next swing, firing his pistol in the same motion. The bullet missed Nyaruko by a hair, embedding itself into the wall of a nearby house. “Bang bang! Ahaha—oh, your face is priceless!”

Nyaruko twitched. Her growl was less “cute” this time and more unhinged. “That’s it! You want to play dirty?! Fine!”

Issei saw her while still tangling with exorcists nearby, froze as he saw her reach into her pocket dimension.

One by one, she started yanking out spherical bombs, cartoonish, black, and already lit with their fuse going down. With no hesitation, she hurled them around the battlefield like candy at a parade.

Freed blinked, then gave a delighted cackle. “Oh-ho! She brought fireworks! Don’t stop on my account!”

Issei’s blood ran cold. He glanced down just in time to see one roll to a stop between his feet, fuse sputtering. His face was drained of all color.

“NYARUKO! STOP THROWING BOMBS!” he screamed, his voice cracking as he scrambled back. “YOU'RE GOING TO BLOW UP THE NEIGHBORHOOD!”

But she wasn’t listening—too lost in her fury to care.

Priscilla, however, noticed. Her ears twitched, eyes flashing as the realization hit her. Without hesitation, she swooped in, her massive hand scooping Issei up like he was nothing more than a doll. She hugged him protectively to her chest and leapt away.

“Wha—Priscilla?!” Issei yelped, kicking in midair as she carried him away from the danger zone.

A heartbeat later, the street exploded.

The blast roared across the street, fire and smoke consuming everything. The shockwave rattled windows, ripped tiles from roofs, and tore through the exorcists still struggling on the ground. Their screams were lost in the deafening roar. When the smoke cleared, there was no one left standing among the human foes, only blood, ash, and scattered body parts littering the pavement.

The shockwave had even knocked Dohnaseek off balance. His defenses open just long enough for Raynare to dart in. Her light spear pierced straight through his chest, stabbing into his heart. His eyes widened in disbelief as he coughed blood, then fell from the sky like a broken doll, wings folding uselessly as he crashed into the ground.

Issei, still clutched protectively in Priscilla’s arms, peeked over her shoulder with a grimace. His face paled even more at the scene of carnage. Bits of burnt exorcist littered the road, the stench of charred flesh turning his stomach.

“Oh God, oh man, oh jeez… my parents are gonna freaking murder me when they see the street!” He pressed a hand over his face, trying his hardest not to throw up.

And in the middle of the carnage stood Nyaruko.

Covered head to toe in ash and soot, hair frazzled, dress singed, she staggered once… then burst into a laugh that echoed through the smoldering air. “Pffft—whoopsie~!” She clutched her sides, shaking with manic giggles. “Guess I got a little carried away!”

Priscilla’s golden-green eyes blazed as she whipped her head toward her. “A little?! You almost killed Issei!”

“Eheheh—sorry, sorry!” Nyaruko said quickly, puffing her cheeks but not looking sorry at all.

Issei groaned, running a hand down his face. “Why do I even bother trying to stop you…”

But then, something else caught his eye. Kalawarna.

Unlike Dohnaseek, she was still alive, desperately backpedaling in the air as Raynare pressed her with a relentless storm of spears. Her defenses faltered with every passing second. It was only a matter of time before she joined her comrades on the ground.

Issei’s gaze hardened. ‘Not this time.’

He turned to Priscilla, surprising even himself with the conviction in his voice. “Priscilla! Throw me at them!” Issei said, pointing to the angels fighting.

The dragon-woman blinked, tilting her head. “…Throw you?”

“Yes! Please!”

Priscilla studied him for a heartbeat, then gave a small nod. Without hesitation and with a powerful swing of her arm, she hurled him like a javelin toward the two women locked in battle.

“Whaaaaaa!” Issei screamed as he soared through the air, Twice Critical glowing faintly on his arm. He braced himself as he slammed into Kalawarna, his fist cracking against her jaw. The Fallen Angel’s eyes rolled back as she went limp, wings faltering.

“Gotcha!” Issei gasped, grabbing onto her before she plummeted.

[Ding! You have defeated an enemy. +1 Summon Pull Available.]

The System’s cheerful voice chimed in his head, but he barely heard it—because he was now plummeting to the ground, clutching an unconscious Fallen Angel with no plan for how to land.

“Aw, crap—”

But before he could hit the pavement, a pair of strong arms caught him. He blinked up to see Raynare, her maid uniform now stained with blood, holding him steady with a faint frown.

“Master,” She said firmly, her tone calm but reproachful. “That was too reckless.”

Issei, still dizzy, gave her a sheepish grin. “Y-Yeah… guess I got carried away too.”

Raynare touched down lightly, her maid skirt fluttering as she lowered Issei onto the cracked pavement. He was still clutching Kalawarna’s limp form, her wings drooping uselessly and her face slack with unconsciousness.

“Thanks,” Issei muttered, catching his breath. His arms trembled slightly as he adjusted Kalawarna’s weight. “I almost ate the ground there…”

Priscilla was the first to approach, her towering form blotting out the streetlight as she loomed protectively over him. Her golden-green eyes scanned the broken battlefield, lingering on every corpse and fragment of ash. She didn’t speak, but the tension in her jaw made it clear she was displeased.

Kaguya and Evangeline soon floated down, their small frames elegant against the carnage. Both glanced at the unconscious Fallen in Issei’s arms, their eyes narrowing.

“Why,” Kaguya asked flatly, brushing a strand of silver hair from her cheek, “are you holding her?”

Evangeline’s crimson eyes gleamed faintly, the corner of her mouth tugging into a smirk. “Better question: why even bother saving her? She would’ve died like the rest. One less annoyance.”

Issei winced at the judgment in their stares. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “I just… I dunno. I’d feel guilty if we killed all of them. So… I spared her.”

For a moment, silence hung. Then both girls sighed in unison, their tones carrying equal parts irritation and resignation.

“Always the soft-hearted fool,” Kaguya muttered, though her eyes softened just slightly.

Evangeline gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Tch. Compassion in battle is a weakness. But…” She tilted her head, considering. “Sometimes weaknesses can be entertaining.”

Before Issei could argue further, Raynare stepped closer, her hands folded neatly before her like a proper maid. “If the Master allows it… we could turn her into a servant, as I was.” She gave a small bow, her expression unreadable. “It would be useful to have another hand. And she is not without her own talents.”

Issei grimaced. “No. I really don’t want to do another one of those rituals. Not after what you went through, Raynare.”

But his words may as well have vanished into the night air.

Kaguya and Evangeline exchanged a glance, then gave the faintest of nods to one another—silent agreement. Their minds were already made up.

Issei sighed heavily, shoulders slumping. ‘Why do I even try? They never listen anyway…’

He shook his head and turned to where Nyaruko was still dusting soot from her hair. Her clothes were half-scorched, her crowbar chipped from the force of her swings, and ash streaked her face, but she was grinning ear to ear.

“You okay, Nyaruko?” Issei asked softly.

The alien girl froze mid-pat, her silver eyes going wide with delight. Then she threw herself against him, latching onto his free arm with childlike glee. “Awww~ Darling, you were worried about me? Of course I’m fine! I’m super durable! Explosions are like tickles!”

“Not really something to brag about…” Issei muttered, but he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips.

For a moment, the chaos quieted. But elsewhere, unseen eyes were still watching.

Reya Kusaka’s breath came in shallow, uneven pulls. Hidden behind the hedge where she’d been tailing the battle since the start, her hands trembled as her magic circle flickered faintly by her wrist. The stench of burnt flesh and scorched stone carried easily to her hiding place, and the sight before her—blood, severed limbs, craters still smoking—was more brutal than any scene she ever experienced.

Her heart pounded as she whispered to herself. “How… how can they unleash this much destruction… just like that?”

A sudden shift in the air made her freeze.

Priscilla’s head tilted ever so slightly. Her glowing eyes slid from Issei… directly toward the hedge. Directly toward her.

Reya’s blood ran cold. ‘No, no, no… she can’t see me… she can’t—’

And then Evangeline spoke. Her voice was light, almost sing-song, but carried a blade’s edge of cruelty.

“Well,” She drawled, brushing frost from her sleeve. “This battlefield is messy enough. But before we tidy things up…” Her crimson eyes gleamed, cutting through the smoke. “…We should deal with the little bat hiding like a coward.”

Every head turned toward the hedge.

Reya’s stomach dropped. The weight of their gazes pressed against her like the dragon’s aura all over again.

She swallowed hard, trying not to move, not even to breathe. But it didn’t matter. She had been found.

Reya Kusaka carefully stepped out slowly, carefully. Her blazer was slightly ruffled, her brown hair sticking to her forehead with sweat. Both hands were raised above her head, palms open in a universal sign of surrender. Her face was pale, but her composure hadn’t entirely broken.

“I—I’m not here to fight,” Reya said quickly, her voice firm despite the faint quiver in it. “I was only spying on the Grigori as they were acting illegally in this town. That’s all.”

The tension around her was thick. Nyaruko tilted her head, crowbar still in hand, clearly not convinced. Evangeline’s crimson eyes gleamed with detached amusement. Priscilla’s massive tail swayed slowly, a predator assessing whether to strike.

But then Issei blinked, recognition flashing in his eyes. “Wait a second… I know you.” He stepped forward, lowering his arm. “You’re a student from my school, right? You’re in the student council.”

Reya exhaled faintly, relief flickering across her features. “Yes. Exactly. I’m not an enemy here.”

That earned her a few raised brows—but the others didn’t relax.

Gathering herself, Reya continued. “In truth, I belong to a peerage of one of the two rulers of Kouh.”

Issei froze. “…The what of the what now?”

The revelation hit him harder than the chaos around him. The idea that there were rulers of his sleepy town blindsided him. And yet, before he could process, Kaguya stepped forward, fury flashing in her crimson eyes.

“This town—” She declared, her voice sharp and dripping with disdain, “—belongs only to myself and my husband. How dare others presume to lay claim to it!” She stamped her foot with authority, sending a ripple of magic through the cracked pavement.

Reya instinctively flinched but didn’t raise her hands further. “I don’t make the rules of territory,” she said carefully, trying not to provoke. “I only serve my King.”

“Your… King?” Issei repeated, still trying to wrap his head around everything.

“Yes,” Reya said, straightening with more confidence now that the words were flowing. “My master is Sona Sitri. Heiress of the Sitri clan. One of the current rulers of this town.”

Issei tilted his head, utterly lost. “...Sona Sitri? Who the hell is that supposed to be? Why does it matter?”

Reya blinked at him. “That’s the true name of our student council president, Souna Shitori. She is not human. She is a devil from one of the most powerful clans of the Underworld.”

Issei nearly choked on his own spit. “Wait, what?! She’s a devil?!” His mind reeled. He thought back to every boring lecture Sona had given him about school rules, every time she had glared at him for cutting class… and now she was apparently some high-ranking demon princess?

“…There are devils in my school?!”

“Yes,” Reya said simply, as if it should’ve been obvious. “This territory belongs to her and Rias Gremory, heiress of the Gremory clan. But my master, Sona, has taken personal responsibility for the balance of this town.” She clasped her hands together, bowing her head slightly. “If you wait just a few minutes, she should be arriving here. She will explain everything. And…” Reya’s eyes flicked across the gathered women with cautious interest, “…she will wish to know more about all of you. You are… an unknown force operating in her domain.”

Evangeline scoffed, her arms crossed. “Domain? Hah. I don’t take orders from bratty devils or their servants.”

Kaguya turned away, still simmering. “Indeed. If anything, they should be bending their knees before us. Not the other way around.”

Nyaruko was twirling her crowbar with a grin, but even she muttered, “Ugh, another rival girl group? This town’s starting to get crowded, darling~.”

The atmosphere thickened again, hostility sparking between the strange harem and the lone student devil.

But Issei raised a hand, surprising everyone. “Hold up.”

They all looked at him. He scratched his cheek nervously, but his eyes were thoughtful.

“…Maybe we should hear them out,” He said slowly. “I mean… I’ve lived here my whole life. And if there really are rules, or like… secret rulers, or whatever, I think I wanna know what they are. I don’t wanna get killed just for not knowing the handbook.”

Reya exhaled softly, a flicker of gratitude flashing in her eyes. “Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

Priscilla inclined her head slightly toward Issei, her voice calm. “If that is your will, then I will obey. But if they threaten you, they will not live long enough to regret it.”

The others didn’t look happy—but Issei’s words carried more weight than they wanted to admit.

Reya took note of the group of powerful girls listening to Issei and in the distance, Reya could already sense her master approaching.

Finally done. What do you think of the fight? What do you think will happen next? Who will be summoned later? Were the fights fun? Tell me if I made any mistakes and comment. Once again thank Deus Ex Mima for the commission.